Winter map

2.24.13

Winter.  A long stretch
awake
or sleepless.
Long flight through time
and dark without heaven
or stars.

Mid-air.
Strung out above
a deep pit from which
no one wants to be rescued.
Sometimes I see my sister
wave up at me.

Maybe a tunnel, a cave.
Curled under silt.
A map to the end of it.
The light at the end of it,
or a more transparent dark.

A map, yes;
I need one of those.